A while back, my co-teacher decided to try to teach our students to be less racist, with interesting results. A short anecdote illustrating how, even with good intentions, Korea still has a way to go in grasping multi-culturalism.

This is a 10,000 word essay about the best day I’ve ever had in Korea. It was a day spent in Gumi and Gyeongju, during which I taught English winter camp, went to a fun park, injured my arm, ate sushi, caught a bus, and used some raw fish I found in a love motel fridge as a cold compress. Eighteen months on, it’s still the best day I’ve spent in Korea.